This is a song about "Boku no pico"

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

No hesitations no waits

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Inferior, but i'm nice

No no no guarantees

With no guns and no shields

As much as i wanna leave

That's real shit real nigga life

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

No specific pick , no particular list.

No affiliation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

We magnetizing the ghetto